In with the percussion like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers – then the whip cracks and the sustained strings, pitch shifted vocals and sunray keys blaze it brighter than a picnic blunt. By the time it says ‘Stand Up’ – you’re standing on your hind legs turning disco tricks for doggy treats. Then it’s a wonky, wavering piano house rave off that works your biceps, triceps, glutes and abs like a personal trainer with issues. The chord progressions will have you hugging everybody you can hug and the drum rolls are witchcraft indeed. This is my secret weapon, my comfort blanket and my reason for shameless raving. Top marks. Anthem.
5/5
Reviewed by: Paulette
